“Ammachi, What are you scared of?”. I asked her as we were eating our dinner.
“Nothing”
“You are not scared of anything?”
“No, Nina, I am not scared of anything, but I am weary hunger”.
“You mean, you are not scared of death?”
“No, Infact I once saw the white light and it wasn’t scary”
“What white light?”
“That is a long story Nina”
“Tell me the story Ammachi”I pleaded.
“After you grandfather died,
“Ammachi how did my grandfather die?”I interrupted her
“Child, do you want to hear the story or not?” She asked me annoyed.
“Your grandfather just died one day. ok?”
“ok”. I replied knowing very well that if I asked her how, she might stop telling me the story of the white light.
“After his death, my mother in law felt I should go back to my mother’s house”
“Why ?” I aske Ammachi
” Your grandfather was the only son and she had 3 daughters. If I go back to my parents house, then she can give this land to her daughters”
“Did you go back Ammachi?”
“No, I didn’t, but she made sure she would try everything to make me leave. She didn’t give me food most days, made me do all the work in the land, hit me many times”
“Why didn’t you leave?”
“Nina, this land belongs to your father. I had to stay to make sure he gets his inheritance”
“One day, after digging the soil for planting tapioca, I came home tired. My mother in law was sitting on this veranda and she smiled at me. it was the first time she ever smiled at me and I thought may be she changed. She asked me if I want to drink something and I nodded my head. She went to the kitchen and got me a glass of buttermilk”
“Was it white moru Ammachi?
“Yes, white moru ” She replied
“I was so happy. It was the first time since I got married, my mother in law gave me a glass of drink. After a long day working in the field the buttermilk tasted refreshing. But then I don’t remember what happend”
“What happend Ammachi?”
“My mother came to this house to give a jackfruit seedling from the sweet jackfruit in our house. When she came, my mother in law was sitting on this veranda fanning herself with a towel and I was lying down on the floor, chocking on my own vomit”
“Why were you vomiting Ammachi?”
“Because my mother in law gave me a poisoned drink and she was waiting patiently for the soul bus to take me to heaven”.
“What did your mother do Ammachi?”
“She screamed and screamed and got all the neighbours and fortunately for me, Travencore king’s personal physician had come to Bhagavathy temple and he saved my life”
“Didn’t everyone scold your mother in law ammachi?”
“No, Nina, My mother in law told everyone, I tried to commit suicide”
“What about your mother? Did she too think that you tried to kill yourself?”
“No, Nina, she knew the truth and from then on, she send food for me everyday.”
“Is that when, you saw the white light Ammachi?”
“hmmm.. I saw this long tunnel and a bright light. It was very peaceful”
Daughters of Tomorrow
this long tunnel and a bright light
So it’s true. When I read about this phenomenon I thought it was only restricted to the West.
Nice one.
Yes,i believe what she saw is true
And Ammachi really had to go through so much problems in life.That is sad
It was awesome that her mom came at the right time and saved her.
Mothers are really guardian angels
Hey, read your comment to popabhi. I’m out of home for the first time and feel something like you mentioned.
Nice story. she was waiting patiently for the soul bus to take me to heaven Brilliant.
I have seen the white light at the end of the tunnel 3 times after my accident. Like the ammachi, just missed the bus 🙂
Your writing is awesome! Adding you in my bloglist, with your permission :).
Heard and discussed a lot about death. But this is a new version – long tunnel and a bright light. I guess, now there is no need to be afraid of it. It sounds so peaceful…
Escapade?
Alexis – you are too strong a person.
I wonder how many more shocking stories Ammachi will have to tell! Ammachi is really a role model.
there are so many explanations for white tunnel including lack of oxygen deprived brain. oh let us not get into all that.. sarah, what you have wrote down is magnificent and each of your writeup, raw and nicely written and has a tight grip on the reader.. including me.
That was a cute, a real cute “ammayiammaporu” LOL
well done.
gosh! pooor ammachi…suffered a lot
Silverine:I heard it from her the first time and then later many of my patients said the same thing.
Maya: That Jackfruit tree was still there till I left
Chandu: thank you for visiting my blog
Alexis:First time you left a comment on my blog. Thanks. Glad you missed the bus
Pophabhi:Thank you for visiting my blog and for the blog roll.
Arjun:there are many stories to be told
Rocksea:Thank you
jac:true version of ammayimma poru
Q8techdrive:Thanks
I wonder if everybody will see it bright! What if you see a dark one? Not trying to be negative, just wondering if it would be for some, hmmm. Great story. Tell us more of her stories please.
m.reza: True, why does it have to be white light? I am not so sure, but I do know my grandmother is there and that is all I would be looking for!!!
even if there is darkness I beleive it is just there to show tht there would be light..for only with the absence of light would you notice the presence/value of light eh?
wow…that’s amazing.I remember loving a gulmohar tree but it was cut down many years after my grandpa died.I really missed the tree:(
Your ammachi had some problems with her mother-in-law. really sad.I am glad she had her mom to take care of her.
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